Quotes About Work

It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language

There is nothing like employment, active indispensable employment, for relieving sorrow. Employment, even melancholy, may dispel melancholy.

the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety.

but a mind of usefulness and ingenuity seemed to furnish him with constant employment within.

Hay?rseverliÄŸine hayram?m, diye konuÅŸtu Mary, Ama yine de bütün duygusal dürtüler mant?kla yönlendirilmelidir. Åžahsen fikrimi sorarsan; insan?n harcad??? her emek daima kendisinden talep edilenle doÄŸru orant?l? olmal?d?r.

Hay?rseverliÄŸine hayran?m, diye konuÅŸtu Mary, Ama yine de bütün duygusal dürtüler mant?kla yönlendirilmelidir. Åžahsen fikrimi sorarsan; insan?n harcad??? her emek daima kendisinden talep edilenle doÄŸru orant?l? olmal?d?r.

The pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety. -Sense and Sensibility

Exertion should always be in proportion to what is required.

THIS little work was finished in the year 1803, and intended for immediate publication.

Creo [...] que todo hombre debe trabajar en alguna cosa. El dinero en sí no tiene importancia ni finalidad algunas; lo importante es emplear dignamente el tiempo.

It is now expedient to give some description of Mrs. Allen, that the reader may be able to judge in what manner her actions will hereafter tend to promote the general distress of the work, and how she will, probably, contribute to reduce poor Catherine to all the desperate wretchedness of which a last volume is capable

Those who chose to be idle, certainly might.

lo agradable de una ocupación no es siempre prueba de su corrección.

There is nothing like employment, active indispensable employment, for relieving sorrow.

So it seems we can shift our perspective to see the light and also to work to create more of it.

I have always thought that work is as common and fine as air, something that we become a part of. I am drawn to the out of doors, to the ordinary pleasures of everyday work. Alice used to say that if I was a bird I'd be the first one to sing, the wayward robin who's cranking it up before a ray of light gives anyone allowance.

The desirability of segregating dwellings from work has been so dinned into us that it takes an effort to look at real life and observe that residential districts lacking mixture with work do not fare well in cities.

Working places and commerce must be mingled right in with residences if men, like the men who work on or near Hudson Street, for example, are to be around city children in daily life—men who are part of normal daily life, as opposed to men who put in an occasional playground appearance while they substitute for women or imitate the occupations of women.

where large organizations are relied upon for economic expansion and development—that is, where small organizations find little opportunity to multiply, to find financing, and to add new work to old—the economy inevitably stagnates.

Adding and Dividing Work Ancient people seem to have understood perfectly well that economic life is a matter of adding new goods and services. But instead of seeing the logic and order by which this happens, they saw magic. Important activities had been given to men or taught to men in remote times by gods; they had been stolen from gods; they had been brought along, like a trousseau, by demigod progenitors of people.

Vidudienio baleto dažniausiai nematau, nes jam iš dalies ir b?dinga tai, kad ?ia gyvenantys dirbantieji, kaip aš, išeina atlikti prašalai?i? vaidmens ant kit? šaligatvi?.

Ranger] How's your mental health? he asked. I heard about Soder. [Stephanie] I'm rattled. I have a cure. Oh, boy. He put the truck in gear and headed for the exit. I know what you're thinking, he said. And that wasn't where I was going. I was going to suggest work. I knew that. He looked over at me and grinned. You want me bad. I did. God help me.

Mrs. Zuppa was coming in from bingo just as I was leaving the building. Looks like you're going to work, she said, leaning heavily on her cane. What are you packin'? A thirty-eight. I like a nine-millimeter myself. A nine's good. Easier to use a semiautomatic after you've had hip replacement and you walk with a cane, she said. One of those useful pieces of information to file away and resurrect when I turn eighty-three.

Personally, I'm a lazy kind of guy, and leaving the door open on the mystical saves me work. I don't have to stress my brain trying to explain the unexplainable. It's magic. End of discussion.